Oh no, No More NaNoWriMo or What to Do With November Now

Here we are again: 🍂🍁November is one of my favorite months of the year. A month full of contemplation, retrospect, introspect, gratitude. I am often in awe and humbled by it's beauty, even on the most chilly and blustery of days. Often in November, I try to start the month on a quest of gratitude and thankfulness. I am hoping to post a little snippet of what makes my life so beautiful. Some years, some days, I do better than others. In this period of confusion, pain and divisiveness, it is time to nurture hope and love. As I stare out the window at the brilliant gold of our two Gingko trees as they splash color against a rainy, gray, overcast sky I am reminded that November used to mean trying to NaNoWriMo. The National Novel Writing Month. Sadly, the non-prof that ran a skeleton framework for NaNoWriMo grew into a larger-than-they-could-handle business that was suddenly besieged by scandal, mis-used fundage, and the ensuing lack of interest that plagues the American scene. I honestly hadn't given NaNoWriMo a second thought for the last several years as my confidence in my own writing ability and the joy in my life started to drain in what I can only compare to some kind of mid-life crisis. Now, at 60, I want to give it another go. Maybe not a novel but at least leaning into this blog more. I'm sure I mentioned something about that back in August, the last time I signed in here to proclaim my new-found desire to start something and stick with it. Before I believe that 60 will look just like 50 or 40 or 30 for that matter, hope springs eternal. And so, we blog. I am forever grateful that I do find time for new beginnings, even though some of them only suffer early demise to grow into more new beginnings.